After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

Seeing Huo Yichen like this, Huo Xiuyuan felt so comfortable that he wanted to laugh.

"Arrogance comes and goes, you and I are no different." Huo Xiuyuan sneered.

He looked at Huo Yichen contemptuously, especially after seeing the other's wound, he felt more at ease.

Huo Xiuyuan laughed as if he had seized the opportunity, "What Huo Hong dislikes the most is being disobedient."

"Do you think he will let Murong Qiao marry me?"

He asked the question on purpose, and after seeing bright and angry flames burning in Huo Yichen's gloomy eyes, he giggled.

Huo Xiuyuan didn't know anything else, but he was good at judging people's moods by looking at people's faces, and now he was stepping on Huo Xiuyuan's thunderbolt.

"Don't be so angry." He added recklessly, "It's just a political marriage."

"It's really not good. Why don't I give it to you after I've played it? You like her so much, so you probably don't mind?"

Huo Xiuyuan was full of words, but when he said the next sentence, there was no movement.

Instead, there was a cry of pain, Huo Xiuyuan was punched in the face, and one eye was immediately bloodshot.

The speed was so fast that Huo Xiuyuan was totally caught off guard.

"Believe it or not, I can kill you right now." Huo Yichen whispered to him softly.

He withdrew his fist, glanced at the blood stained on his knuckles, and wiped off the deep red in disgust. Together with the owner who hated the blood, his brows were wrinkled, and his expressionless face was a bit inorganic, cold and frightening.

Huo Xiuyuan covered his nose, feeling the warmth of his palms and slowly took two steps back to distance himself from Huo Yichen, looking at him in fear, afraid that he would do something to him again.

"You're crazy! Huo Hong is at home!" Huo Xiuyuan pretended to be powerful.

In fact, if Huo Hong was not at home at this moment, how could Huo Xiuyuan dare to show his teeth and claws in front of Huo Yichen like this.

Huo Yichen smiled indifferently, "So what if I hear it? Do you think he will favor you?"

His blatant threat made Huo Xiuyuan dumb for a moment, then his expression immediately became angry.

Both of them knew that, with Huo Hong's current calculation, if there was a conflict between the two, Huo Yichen would definitely be chosen.

What's more, this is the front hall, and there is still some distance from Huo Hong's bedroom, so Huo Yichen has no psychological burden to do it.

Huo Yichen took two steps forward, seeing Huo Xiuyuan retreating in panic but hitting the wall, he sneered mockingly.

At this time, Huo Xiuyuan had the courage to appear out of nowhere, so he added a sentence without fear of death.

"You're just trying to be brave at this moment. When Murong Qiao and I get married in a few days, you probably won't even dare to drink the wedding wine!"

The fuse was lit, and Huo Xiuyuan regretted it as soon as the words came out.

The murderous intent was poured out unscrupulously, and it was all on him, making Huo Xiuyuan almost out of breath, his whole back was covered in cold sweat, he wanted to run away but he couldn't move.

"Your mouth is really unpleasant, Huo Xiuyuan." Huo Yichen approached him step by step.

He never felt that Huo Xiuyuan was really his opponent, but the opponent always picked Murong Qiao to talk, which made Huo Yichen, who had always disliked fighting, control his fist to punch the opponent in the face.

Huo Yichen twitched the corner of his mouth, and gradually narrowed the distance with Huo Xiuyuan.

"you--"

There was a muffled sound.

Huo Xiuyuan's words were blocked by the smashed fruit.

Huo Yichen grabbed the other party and pushed them into the fruit plate next to him as the embarrassing ending, which seemed extra ridiculous.

It was equipped for the banquet, and it has not been removed yet, but Huo Xiuyuan "enjoyed" it.

The purple-red pulp stuck to his face, and it was so rotten and disgusting.

Huo Yichen rolled up the sleeves at his wrists, his handsome and cold face was filled with impatience at the moment, and his movements also became irritable.

It was clearly the corners of the lips curled up, and the eyes full of a smile, but there was a sense of coldness and ice-coldness for no reason.

Huo Xiuyuan was so angry that he couldn't help but increase his voice, "Are you crazy!?"

"Maybe." Huo Yichen replied casually.

He also moved slowly, and even when he was holding Huo Xiuyuan's head, he still had the leisure to tidy up the fruits that almost rolled down beside him.

"The three words Murong Qiao came out of your mouth, even if it's just one word—"

Huo Yichen seemed to be saying that tomorrow is a sunny day.

But these words made Huo Xiuyuan's hairs stand on end, and he even felt that a sharp knife was pressed against his neck, and he could cut his head off with only force.

Just the right footsteps approached from not far away.

It was like a life-saving straw dangling in front of Huo Xiuyuan, which made him obviously heave a sigh of relief.

"You two young masters, it's time to go to bed." It was the housekeeper.

Also because of the appearance of the third person, Huo Yichen loosened the restraint on Huo Xiuyuan, which allowed Huo Xiuyuan to stand up successfully.

He didn't care how embarrassed he looked now, he just felt that the timing of the butler's arrival was just right.

Because just now he really felt that Huo Yichen's words were so serious that he could kill himself immediately.

The butler turned a blind eye to the strange situation in front of him, "Master, it's time to sleep."

He repeated again.

These words are not only a reminder, but also a warning.

In Huo's house, the butler was also Huo Hong's eyeliner, and if he repeated it a second time, he was on the verge of being on guard.

Huo Xiuyuan glanced at the butler fearfully, then turned and left without saying anything.

The back of that fleeing, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a bereaved dog.

The rest of Huo Yichen and the housekeeper also returned to Huo Yichen's room.

"I will be in charge of guarding you during this period of house arrest." The housekeeper reported truthfully.

As one of Huo Hong's most trusted people, the important task of guarding Huo Yichen also fell on the housekeeper.

The main reason is that Huo Hong planned to go to the company to see the situation during this period, and he was always at the end of his own.

Huo Yichen wiped the dried blood from the corner of his forehead, "I see."

The phone suddenly vibrated.

[Murong Qiao: I'm home, do you want to call? 】

"That's good, just take a break." Huo Yichen even smiled.

He waved his hand and signaled the butler to leave, "Let's talk about the rest tomorrow, I still have something to do."

"I'll leave the medicine box here for you." The housekeeper withdrew as he said.

Huo Yichen glanced at the medicine box, and after replying to Murong Qiao, he saw a video call from the other party.

"..." He subconsciously turned it into a voice.

The wounds on his face are always bad for Murong Qiao to see. He hasn't cleaned it up yet, and the bleeding on his face looks a bit scary.

Murong Qiao has always been sensitive, "Achen? Why didn't you answer the video?"

She didn't think so much when she called, but she felt something was wrong after it was converted into voice.

"It's not very convenient." Huo Yichen said vaguely.

He never lied to Murong Qiao, so many excuses turned into inconvenient in the end.

Huo Yichen picked out a small piece of alcohol cotton and pressed it on the wound, feeling the stinging pain that rushed in for a moment, his expression and tone didn't fluctuate, as if the injured person was not himself.

It's just that the hair is a bit difficult to manage, and it is stuck together by the blood flowing from the forehead, and the smell of blood lingers on the tip of the nose from time to time, making Huo Yichen want to take a bath.

Murong Qiao's intuition was wrong, and Huo Yichen was silent for a while without any movement.

She also seemed to hear a little, inaudible rubbing sound from the other end of the phone.

"You...are you changing clothes?" The possibility came to her mind.

Thinking of such a scene, Murong Qiao's nose felt hot.